Writings about writing, messy life stuff, and boisterous insecurities.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Gah! I'm behind. I need to tell you about James Ellroy at my store and hand out my Asshole of the Month Award.

I've gotten way behind on all my projects and I need a moral boost. Looking through my planner there have been four blog posts that I was excited to write this month that I never got around to. So here they are:

The Asshole of The Month Award goes to: Lady who lives at 2374 Filbert Street in San Francisco Marina district.

You are an ASSHOLE!

This woman finger waved at me when I got out to move her cans. A tall, white woman finger waved like she was some sassy black lady. Lady, you have a garage! If you want to save a spot for your husband move your car out of the garage and put it where these stupid cans are.

To repeat. Lady, I was being nice. I drove on. Not because you weren't in the wrong, but because I chose to let the next person who thinks this is fucked up take care of it.

Our local tech guy getting off a red eye flight from China isn't going to give a fuck about your cans. Even as you finger wave he'll gladly throw them into your driveway to take this spot.